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Show And friends I found most everywhere, Success my labor bore; Oh! deadly news came from my dear, Three children from her tore. Now I will tell you God's command, believe and do not scorn; For who am I my God withstand and shrink from bidding sore. To me sudden voices from on high Said take two virgins more, Destiny them before my eyes I then made it my chosen But darkness in its evil wrath With persecuting bands Caused me exile and prison both For doing God's command. More precious still my family did grow from day to day; In number we did multiply, By God's command I stay. In '59 as lonely star No one to share my morn; In '97 within my bar Be 25 my gain. Although hardship did follow close, When done from daily toil For bread and meat and for some clothes When so one tilled the soil. Today it seems all like a dream Yet abides through my heart; To me in all my God is seen He always took my part. Today my home with comfort, Today in peace I rest. And over as a flowing well I love to do my best. H. P. Iverson Cowboy Poetry From Utah 29 |